I had a dream that we were kissing
And I choked on your tongue
And my face was turning blue
And the air had left my lungs
And in the dream we’re back in London
Down the road from Clapham Junction
And I’m shrinking on the couch
Feeling suddenly so young
And so small
So afraid
And you’re angry ‘cause I hurt you trying not to suffocate
I keep waking up nauseous
I’m scared my subconscious
Isn’t over it as much as I am
Made myself microscopic
To fit in your pocket
It’s taken me a year to re-expand
And I don’t wanna be her again
A friend of a friend’s going to Paris
She asked what I’d recommend
But all that comes to mind is fighting with you by the Seine
That and the bite of your indifference
That and the wine, my blurry vision
After all this time, it
Still gives me a tightness
In the center of my chest
I keep waking up nauseous
I’m scared my subconscious
Isn’t over it as much as I am
Made myself microscopic
To fit in your pocket
It’s taken me a year to re-expand
And I don’t wanna be her…
Her a-, her a-, her again
Her a-, her again
Her a-, her a-, her again
Her a-, her again
The girl on a midnight call to Sydney
Hearing “babe, I think you miss me more than I miss you”
Yeah, she was a nervous wreck
And I don’t wanna be her again